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The music genre is Dakota Folk Blues. The album is stories of perspectives in various chunks of time.

11 MP3 Songs in this album (34:47) !
Related styles: BLUES: Folk-Blues, FOLK: Political Folk

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The Mystic Cowboys are always led by the tunesmith, Daniel Johan Johnson (The original Mystic Cowboy). The music genre is Dakota Folk Blues. If you enjoy Neil, Willie, Johnny, John, Roger, Alan, Merle, Jerry Jeff or Tom you'll probably enjoy the musical stylings of the Mystic Cowboys. The albums are stories of perspectives in various chunks of time.
Following are the lyrics for each song in this album.

**Hear the Sky
Hear the sky talking thunder
See the water from down under
Drink the air like warm brandy
Eat the future like cotton candy

Treat the trees like your brothers
Loan your wings to many others
Sometimes submit give up your control
Remember lightening runs our souls

Hear the music in your silence
Discover weakness in your violence
Examine everything with closed eyes
And know the truth may sometimes appear as lies
Hear the sky talking thunder

**Moody Sky
Going down a gravel road scaring up the roosters
Ooo ooo love to watch them fly
Rain fighting with the rainbow
Red light at the river
Ooo under a moody sky
Ooo under a moody sky

Like a woman crying for mama
Cause her man is gone and restless
Ooo ooo it's a mournful cry

Time don't stop for nothing
Coyotes watch it all
Ooo under a moody sky
Ooo under a moody sky

I'm a child of windstorms
I drink the rain
Ooo ooo let it cry

When they flood this river they bury the towns
Ooo under a moody sky
Under a moody sky

Going down a gravel road scaring up them roosters
Ooo ooo I love to watch them fly
Ooo under a moody sky
Ooo under a moody sky

**Sweet Kiss
Gimme that sweet kiss
That I'm gonna miss
That's wet and warm
Like a log cabin in a snowstorm

Let's have some red wine
Take our sweet time
Let the fires steam this place
Feel it red hot on your face

We don't have forever
But I will never
Forget the light
In your eyes tonight

Gimme that sweet kiss
That I'm gonna miss
That's wet and warm
Like a log cabin in a snowstorm

Gimme that sweet kiss
That I'm gonna miss
Gimme that sweet kiss
That I'm gonna miss

**Keep Your Soul Strong
Count all the baby curls and the white snowflakes
Have a small puppy, do whatever it takes
Taste it like ice cream or smell it like the rain
Hold it so tightly you cry out in pain
Whatever you do, live life hard
Play like youâll always draw the winning card
Love long and never quit
Keep your soul strong, thatâs most all of it
Donât settle for walking if you want to run
Stand up to a bully if it needs to be done
Remember the fallen and play hard for your teams
Climb all your mountains and echo all your dreams
Whatever you do, live life hard
Play like youâll always draw a winning card
Love long and never quit
Keep your soul strong, thatâs most all of it
Keep your soul strong, thatâs most all of it

**He Rode With Me
Why do you reckon we are the way we are?
Next thing I knew a deer ran in front of us
We was headed straight to ditch in that speeding car

He rode with me
He rode with me
Frank rode with me
He rode with me
He rode with me
Frank rode with me

He had a way of livin' like each day of life might be his last
When you're movin' like that you're young don't even know you're runnin' fast

He rode with me
He rode with me
Frank rode with me
He rode with me
He rode with me
Frank rode with me

Now I've picked up the paper and black and white says he's moved on
I imagine a night of pitch-black darkness him cussin' the approachin' dawn
But I remember ridin' into Deadwood sun coming up on the day
Now when the Lord comes callin' for me you know I just want Him to say

He rode with me
He rode with me
Dan rode with me
He rode with me
He rode with me
Dan rode with me
He rode with me
He rode with me
Dan rode with me

**Wing and a Prayer
There's frost on the windowpanes
Snow blowin' under the door
It's the second week in April
Shouldn't be winter anymore
My little bro's talkin' desperate
Like he's gonna take out a bank
I understand where he's comin' from
Four-dollar fuel in his tank

We're tryin' to fly around here
On a wing and prayer

My sweetheart is limpin'
Oh she's got a bad wheel
Got to go to six different appointments
It's a medical referral deal
Got two kids in college
Thank God they're both tough
Like to give them some spending money
But around here there just ain't enough

On a wing and a prayer
We're just tryin' to fly around here
On a wing and a prayer

**Black Limousine
I had a little breakdown
I tossed the blues around
I should have left this town
A long time ago
Like train-flattened penny
Hell I was one of many
It quit being funny
A long time ago

Last night I fell out of a dream
Well I was ridin' in a big black limousine
I can't tell you now how good I feel
Well Jesus was right behind the wheel

A circle is a funny fate
Life don't go straight
Things you've grown to hate
Come back around
I'm a cowboy stony
I ride a Shetland pony
I'm feelin' kinda phony
This time around

But last night I fell out of a dream
I was ridin' in a big black limousine
I can't tell you now how good I feel
You see Jesus was right behind the wheel
Jesus was right behind the wheel
Jesus was right behind the wheel

**Tax Day
Well have your palms read
Send a check to the Fed
It's Tax Day
It's April 15
The American Bad Dream
It's Tax Day

One percent of this country owns 99 of its assets
Them bastards only pay 20 of the bill
The poor working class pays 80 of the taxes
Send it like peasants to the kings up on capital hill

So have your palms read
Send a check to the Fed
Hey it's Tax Day
It is April 15
The American Bad Dream
It's Tax Day
Pay the man or you'll end in the can
It's Tax Day

It's April 15
The American Bad Dream
It's Tax Day

Oh have your palms read
Send a check to the Fed
Hey it's Tax Day
The American Bad Dream
It's Tax Day
Well pay the man or you'll end in the can
It's Tax Day
American Dream
April 15
It's Tax Day

Hey man that's them callin' now
Get your damn return in

**Deadwood +100 Years
Fat boy I forget he used to drive a red Corvette
But I think he wanted to be a biker
Cowboy's car was stole
My fault I suppose
'Cause I picked up a hitchhiker

Decent Darrel cookin' dogs
The Sturgis boys are ridin' hogs
Back there across from the Cripple Creek
Law man layin' low
Frankie I. doin' blow
Pine sawdust coverin' the marijuana reek

Christmas time a baby boy
Frank Bloom's pride and joy
When mama makes her run goin' back East
A gold tooth in his mouth
Boone's been drivin' South
Air shocks draggin' in the Lincoln Continental beast

Well bachelors with dirty clothes
The houses are really closed
So them boys sleep up in The White Door
Miner contracts gettin' weak
Music six days a week
Blood in the sawdust on the floor

Barrels are stowed and old blackjack tables do unfold
But who the hell called in the DCI
And a barn full of pretty green
The law boys are gettin' mean
Both Grandma Joans start to cry

A shotgun rendezvous
What's a runnin' back gonna do
Mom and the boy stay at the doctor's house
Two weeks in a bed, medicine to leave you dead
Golden boy's headin' for the Big House

That's Deadwood 100 years later
After the big Gold Rush

Well a fat boy I forget he used to drive a red Corvette
I think he wanted to be a biker
A fat boy I forget he used to drive a red Corvette
But I think he wanted to be a biker

**Pine Ridge Blues
Said I ain't goin' back to Pine Ridge
Ain't goin' back there anymore

I ain't goin' back to Pine Ridge
Ain't goin' back there anymore
Tired of seein' my uncle outside that old Whiteclay liquor store
I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues

Said I'm praying down on Wounded Knee
Ridin' a horse to Manderson
Well I'm praying down on Wounded Knee
Ridin' my horse to Manderson

Well I'm headin' back up to the Badlands
For a three-day fast under the sun
I got the Pine Ridge Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues

He said west of Oglala
Red moon cries out to me
Said west of Oglala
Red moon cries out to me
Gonna ride like Crazy Horse on a western wind
Runnin' free

I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues
Wanna run like Crazy Horse on a western wind
Ridin' free
I got the Pine Ridge Reservation South Dakota Shannon County Pine Ridge blues
I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues

I'm gonna run like Crazy Horse on a western wind
Ridin' free

I got the Shannon County South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation blues

**Tomcat Chase
Swing set swinging in the park
Violins after dark
Parade of life has some clowns
Pull smiles from sad frowns

Walk on your hands if your feet are sore
Ignore strange looks from next door
Cottonwoods will share their wind
And bring the song to you again

Rabbits do not go to sleep
When there are grapes to eat
Moonlight shadows in their face
Old tomcats that give no chase

The moonlight shadows in their face
Old tomcats that give no chase


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